The bell tolled loudly over the hushed din of the crowd, and one of the most highly anticipated and quietly dreaded rematches was underway.
Katrina stepped away from the buckles and headed for the oncoming rival. A few seconds later, the two rivals met in the middle of the squared circle and the crowd finally got loud. Moving with the speed and grace that had become the hallmark of her style, Jacqueline slipped into a grappler's crouch and lunged forward...THUMP! Katrina welcomed her nemesis in with a high, heartless Knee Lift to the crotch. Jacqueline threw her head back and shrieked in agony but Katrina cut her off with a stiff slap that spun her around 180-degrees. The sudden violence of Katrina's assault dropped Jacqueline to her knees, but Jacqueline had less than a second's worth of reprieve before Katrina was beside her and burying her fingers in the penitent girl's mane. Making sure she tangled her fingers in as much of Jacqueline's hair as she could, Katrina HAULED the stunned beauty to her feet and proceeded to march her forward, taking Jacqueline right back to the corner she'd started in. Without so much as a smile, Katrina reared back on her toes and drove Jacqueline forward and BWANG her forehead bounded off the thinly padded buckle. Operating with a smoothness that was almost mechanical in its precision, Katrina pulled 'jacqueline's face away from the buckle only to slam it down a second time. And a third. And a fourth. Only when the redlining crowd reached 'TEN' on their breathless accompaniment did the brunette tug her wobbly-kneed victim away from the vibrating turnbuckles and lead her back to the middle of the ring. Turning to face the left side of the ring, Katrina darted in close to Jacqueline, placing her lips next to the flustered rival's ear.
Speaking in a low, hateful whisper, Katrina told her, "What I'm going to do to you tonight doesn't have anything to do with wrestling, so we don't need to be in a ring."
Stepping away as quickly as she had approached, Katrina used her free hand to grab the waistband of Jacqueline's briefs, then took four giant steps forward and tossed Jacqueline over the top rope, sending the discombobulated vixen on a short, but sickening ride to the almost non-existent padding below.
Jacqueline hit with a dull THUD - to Katrina the most satisfying sound she'd heard all year! Finally allowing herself to show a little of the rage she was feeling Katrina stalked to the edge of the ring, stepped onto the bottom rope and leaned down to taunt, "YOU'RE TRASH JACQUELINE! YOU WANT TO FIGHT LIKE TRASH, THEN THAT'S HOW I'M GOING TO TREAT YOUUUNNNNGHHH!"
The brunette's anger had blurred her usually keen sensibilities, allowing Jacqueline to regain her feet within grappling distance. The instant Jacqueline was vertical, she lashed out both hands and wrapped them around Katrina's ankles. With little more than a sharp tug, Jacqueline pulled Katrina off balance, sending her crashing to the canvas. Smiling for the first time since Katrina had caught her with the Low Blow, Jacqueline smirked, "All right baby, you don't want to do this in the ring? I'll be glad to finish you off out here." Simultaneous with the last word, she pulled on Katrina's ankles, dragging the stunned Katrina over the bottom rope and out to the floor below. The instant Katrina's feet touched down, Jacqueline released her grip and traded it in for one much higher up on the brunette's waist. Holding her prey in place with the loose Bearhug,
Jacqueline backed up until she felt the cold steel of the ringside barricade pressing against her back. Ignoring the slapping hands of the fans in the front row, the vindictive Jacqueline charged forward and RAMMED the small of Katrina's back against the unrelenting mass of the ring apron. Grinning evilly as Katrina groaned and quaked in her grasp, Jacqueline backed up and wheeled around so that she was facing the fans. Not giving Katrina the chance to protest, Jacqueline sprinted forward a second time, slamming her victim's back into the steel barrier this time. There was a hollow THWONGING sound as the barricade was knocked back several inches, but this went mostly unheard over the gasp of pain the burst from Katrina's lungs.
Unlocking her hands, Jacqueline let Katrina slump against the steel as she pulled away. Still seething over the dismissive way the brunette had tossed her from the ring, Jacqueline cupped her hands under Katrina's chin and did some dismissing of her own. Tilting Katrina's face up to hers, Jacqueline sneered, "Not so tough outside the ring are you? Huh? Are you? Answer me bitch! Jacqueline punctuated each of her demands with a light, taunting slap that clapped off the brunette's cheek. Still seeing that superior smugness all over her opponent's dazed visage, Jacqueline decided it was time to grind that infuriating look off her opponent's head for good. Settling her hands into a brunette mane tinged with the first bit of sweat, Jacqueline jerked Katrina away from the barrier and led her over to the ring. After smashing Katrina's forehead into the apron a few times, Jacqueline held her foe in place and purred, "I don't need to use a hammer to finish you off Katrina. Everything around me is a weapon and you're going to learn that the hard way." As the supine brunette started to squirm, Jacqueline pressed down even harder and began to drag Katrina's face baaaccck and foorrrth, abrading her features against the rough canvas of the mat.
Laughing uproariously as Katrina shrieked in helpless protest, Jacqueline kept up the cheek-grinding maneuver for about ten more seconds before releasing her hold on Katrina's hair. Enjoying her dominance on the outside, Jacqueline snapped her bottoms back into place as she turned to face the crowd.
Leaning insolently against Katrina's prone back, the cocky Jacqueline slowly raised her hands high and folded them behind her head, a gesture that said, "Yep, it's just THAT easy."
A few seconds later, Katrina noticed the pressing weight of her rival and began to wriggle. Upset that her perch was becoming less steady, Jacqueline whirled around and grabbed a double handful of the brunette's shoulder straps. Pulling her away from the apron, Jacqueline scooped Katrina onto her shoulder, holding the other grappler like a five foot six sack of potatoes. Finding her next target almost instantly, Jacqueline tightened her grip on Katrina's waist as she said, "If the canvas couldn't keep you quiet, let's see what the steel can do." On those ominous words, she loped forward, leading her captive on a dizzying ride towards the nearest ringpost.
Things would have gone beautifully if Katrina hadn't recovered at the most inopportune moment and wrenched free of Jacqueline's grip. Before Jacqueline could put on the brakes, Katrina was behind her and the brunette's hands were at the small of her back. With Jacqueline already charging full speed ahead, it only took a light shove to send her forehead-first into the unforgiving steel. There was a low, suitably evil sounding THUD as Jacqueline's skull bounced off the post. This THUD was instantly followed by a muffled THUMP as her legs gave out and she went sprawling onto her back, staring up at the overhead lights with a glazed look in her eyes. As Jacqueline was groaning and trying to reconnect her brains with the rest of her body, Katrina was gingerly touching her face and wincing at the nasty scrapes she felt there. Turning her gaze to the wreckage of Jacqueline, Katrina's normally stoic features contorted in a hateful snarl as she muttered, "You want to use the ring as a weapon Jacqueline? Lemme show you how it's done." Stalking over to her flattened opposition, Katrina wasted no time in dropping down and grabbing a hold of Jacqueline's gleaming white togs. Scraping Jacqueline off the mat, Katrina whirled her around and pointed her in the other direction, lining her up with the steel steps that served as the most civilized entrance to the squared circle. Tightening her grip, Katrina took a step back and said, "Hope you have strong knees bitch." As the words left her mouth, she whipped Jacqueline past her, sending the hurtling towards the steps. Folks in the front row that got a look at Jacqueline's face in the moments before the crash said Jacqueline TRIED to turn into the impact but it was too little too late and she hit the steps knees-first with a loud WHAM! The steps stayed in place, but Jacqueline did not. The wrestler was lifted up and flung forward, falling over the steps in a drunken slop even as she curled up and tried to cradle her damaged knees. Liking what she saw when Jacqueline collided with the steel, Katrina took a deep breath and tucked a few stray hairs behind her ears. Strolling up behind her mewling opposition, Katrina dropped to one knee and grabbed the back of Jacqueline's head. Pulling Jacqueline's head off the mat, the brunette asked, "Now that you've sampled the steps and the ringpost, which do you like better?"
Grunting in pain and embarrassment, Jacqueline snarled, "Fuck you Katrina!"
Katrina slammed Jacqueline's face into the mat, cutting her off neatly. Maintaining her hold on Jacqueline's locks, Katrina hoisted Jacqueline to her feet and hauled her onto her shoulder. Rolling Jacqueline under the bottom rope, Katrina maneuvered her around so that Jacqueline's head and shoulders were hanging off the ring apron, giving the stunned girl an in-depth but unremarkable view of the floor directly beneath her. Hopping up onto the apron, Katrina stepped back a few paces, thought about firing off a taunt, and decided against it. Moving with a grace that was almost fluid, the lithe brunette jogged forward and lifted left leg straight out in front of her. In the next instant she dropped off the apron, bringing her thigh smashing down on the back of Jacqueline's neck with an ingenious modification on the Leg Drop. Ignoring the impressed burst of applause from the mob, Katrina got back to her feet and made sure Jacqueline was still in place on the apron. When she was satisfied that Jacqueline wasn't going anywhere, Katrina whirled around on her heel and sprinted towards the nearest corner. Reaching her destination, Katrina pulled a quick 180 and roared back towards her rival. When there was only a few feet between brunette and Jacqueline, Katrina brought her right leg up and kicked Jacqueline square in the temple. There was a dull THWOCK and Jacqueline spasmed once before dripping off the apron and onto the mat in a puddle at Katrina's feet.
Breathing hard, Katrina leaned against the apron as the ref wandered over from his position a few feet away and started counting… "ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR..." Jacqueline groaned, rolled over onto her hands and knees and got to her feet right as the official reached 'SIX.'
Glad to see the hateful bitch hadn't been broken that easily, Katrina stalked forward and took possession of Jacqueline's wrist. Pointing her towards the barricade at the far end of the aisle, Katrina spat, "You're pathetic Jacqueline. I thought you might actually be able to back up your shit, but you're just another twat that can't take what she gives." Reaching the end of her rant, Katrina bent her knees and whipped Jacqueline towards the steel. Just as the brunette was beginning to release her hold on Jacqueline's wrist, Jacqueline clamped down on her hand and planted her feet against the mat. With a small groan of exertion, 'Jacqueline reversed the momentum of the Whip and sent Katrina to the steel in her place. Dark eyes going wide, Katrina had just enough time to turn her back into the impact before she slammed into the barricade with an echoing CRASH!
Katrina moaned loudly and her knees sagged as the barricade was knocked back into the knees of the fans. Things went from bad to worse for the stunned beauty a moment later when Jacqueline charged in and BURIED her shoulder in the brunette's abdomen, Jacqueline's Spear nearly cutting Katrina in half.
Panting raggedly as she got to her feet, Jacqueline glared down into Katrina's crimped, pain-soaked face and growled, "ANYTHING CLEVER TO SAY NOW SLUT?" When she didn't get an answer, Jacqueline turned around and stalked back to one of the seams in the blue mats. Sinking to one knee, Jacqueline dug her claws into the thin pads and peeled it back several feet, exposing the bare concrete beneath. Dropping the mat without a second look, Jacqueline strutted back to Katrina just as the brunette was getting to her knees.
Dragging Katrina to her feet, Jacqueline scooped up the wounded beauty, carried her over to the bare cement and slammed her down as hard as she could. Katrina screamed and arched her back when she hit the ground, but if she thought Jacqueline was done after one, the brunette was sorely mistaken. Katrina had barely had time to roll onto her side before Jacqueline buried her hands in her hair and hauled her into position for another slam. Not wasting a second, Jacqueline tossed Katrina down again, the second Scoop Slam seeming to THUD even louder through the arena. Hearing the jeers in the crowd, Jacqueline smirked at the mob and flexed her biceps, wanting to make it perfectly clear that she was in complete control of her brunette nemesis. Ignoring the drone of the zebra, Jacqueline scraped her victim off the concrete and hauled Katrina over her shoulder. This time Jacqueline made a point of drawing out the motions.
Pinching Katrina's helpless butt in an insolent show of domination, Jacqueline smiled and purred, "I always thought brunette's bounced off concrete. Guess I was misinformed." When Katrina only groaned, Jacqueline rose up on her toes and completed the trifecta. Only this time, Katrina didn't roll onto her side. She just sobbed and laid prone on the ground. Leaving Katrina where she'd put her, Jacqueline climbed up onto the apron and sauntered towards the corner of the ring. Turning around to face her victim, Jacqueline slapped her backside and exclaimed, "I'm going to put this whore right where she belongs!" As the audience broke out in cheers and boos, Jacqueline sprinted forward and leapt off the apron, coming down with the full force of her weight ass-first across the brunette's breasts. Laughing haughtily as Katrina flopped underneath her, Jacqueline flicked hair out of her face and chided, "I may have missed your face this time bitch, but you are going to kiss my ass before this match is over." Getting to her feet, Jacqueline strutted past the ref and said, "You can start counting now."
Doing as he was told, the official stepped in and started ticking off, "ONE... TWO... THREE.... FOUR... FIVE.... SIX..."
Katrina let out a breathless gasp and rolled onto her knees. Fighting the nausea building in her gut, Katrina grabbed the apron and got to her feet as the zebra hit 'NINE.' Still sucking wind, the brunette was slumped against the apron when she heard her adversary taunt, "Cutting it a little close weren't you?"
Katrina spun around just in time to see Jacqueline swing a steel chair at her head. Acting on instinct more than anything else, Katrina dipped low just as the chair slashed through the place just recently occupied by her face. Jacqueline's errant shot smashed against the steel post with an ungodly CLANG and Jacqueline winced in pain as the vibration tore the chair from her hand. She was still feeling the aftershock of her miss when Katrina grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around. Before Jacqueline could muster a counter, Katrina wrapped her arms around Jacqueline's waist and pulled her close.
Snarling into Jacqueline's face, Katrina whispered, "One strike and you're out cxnt."
In the next second Katrina bent her knees and exploded up and backward, tossing Jacqueline onto the bare concrete with a vicious Overhead Belly-to-Belly Suplex. The air ''whoofed' out of Jacqueline's lungs and Jacqueline let out a quiet moan as the throw wreaked havoc on her frame. Getting to her feet, Katrina brushed past the referee and cut off his count with a brusque, "Don't even think about it."
Smiling grimly as her shadow fell over Jacqueline, Katrina nudged her boot against Jacqueline's temple and said, "I'm glad you swung the chair first bitch, I would have felt bad if I'd destroyed you before you even got the chance to make it look like you could win."
Gasping, Jacqueline pushed up onto her knees and snarled, "I'm going... going to kill... you."
Shaking her head 'no' Katrina sank her hands into Jacqueline's tangled tresses and helped her to her feet. The kindness ended shortly thereafter when the brunette drove a callous left hand into Jacqueline's liver, putting a noticeable quiver back in Jacqueline's gams. With Jacqueline doubled over and hurting, Katrina had little trouble trapping her in a Front Facelock. After she'd muscled Jacqueline's near arm over her shoulders, Katrina trudged forward until she felt the steel of the barricade bump up against her foe's back. Convinced she was in the right place, Katrina tightened her grip on Jacqueline's togs and called out, "Just a courtesy here people, Jacqueline's nasty ass is going to be very near your seats in a moment. If you want to leave the show disease free, I'd suggest you move in the next few seconds."
As the fans in the vicinity cheered and started to scatter, Katrina took a half step back, bent her knees and then lifted straight up. Hoisting Jacqueline off the mat, Katrina brought Jacqueline almost directly over her head before stepping forward and dropping her down gut-first across the steel barrier! There was a loud 'HOLY SHIT' chant that started but Katrina could barely hear it over the sound of Jacqueline gagging in her ear. Ignoring the disgusting sounds coming from her foe, Katrina caught her breath, bent her knees again and lifted Jacqueline free. This time the brunette DID hoist Jacqueline all the way up and when the breathless rival was passing over her, Katrina fell backwards fast, dropping Jacqueline onto the thin outside mats with a picture-perfect Vertical Suplex. 'Jacqueline hit with a slightly sweaty THWAP and this time her scream was much more audible to the crowd.
Smiling up into the lights as Jacqueline writhed just inches away, Katrina smiled serenely and rolled to one knee. Getting her feet under her, she secured a handful of Jacqueline's snowy-white briefs and tugged her to her knees. Holding Jacqueline in place with very little effort, Katrina glanced to a spot in the front row and said, "Why should those other guys have all the fun? I'm sure you'd like an up close and personal view of Jacqueline getting her ass kicked right?"
The fans replied that they did and Katrina went about obliging them. Dragging Jacqueline in her wake, Katrina hauled Jacqueline to her feet and set her up against the barrier. Deciding the time had come to start concentrating her attack, Katrina bent down, took hold of Jacqueline's left knee-pad and pulled it down around her shin. With the joints suitably exposed, Katrina took hold of Jacqueline's left ankle and folded her leg up, pressing Jacqueline's heel rudely into the meat of her backside. Using her free arm to secure a loose Waistlock around Jacqueline's gulping midsection, Katrina caught her breath and then lifted up again, hoisting Jacqueline a few feet into the air.
The moment Jacqueline's knee cleared the top of the barrier, Katrina stepped forward and brought her down, slamming the recently bared joint across the unyielding metal. Jacqueline threw her head back and voiced a pitiable sob as Katrina let her go sprawling back onto the mat. Glaring down at the hobbled rival with a murderous scowl on her face, Katrina kicked lightly at Jacqueline's shin and asked, "Busted knee doesn't feel so good does it slut?" Jacqueline only growled and slapped her foot away. Rolling her eyes, Katrina stepped away to take a breather as the ref moved in and started to count…"ONE... TWO... THREE.... FOUR... FIVE... SIX..."
Jacqueline scrambled onto her butt, then grabbed hold of the barrier behind her for support. Wincing at the sharp pain that raced up her left leg, Jacqueline pulled herself to her feet with a good two seconds to spare.
With her face well into the first row of fans, Jacqueline locked eyes with a cheering young man and said, "Spare a sip of beer for a lady?" Dumbfounded, the dude just cheered and handed the big red solo cup over to Jacqueline. Helping herself to a long swig, Jacqueline pulled away and said, "I owe you a buck fifty."
The last word was still coming out of her mouth when she spun around and HURLED the contents of the cup into the face of the oncoming Katrina. There was a SPLASH and a shocked sounding bleat of surprise as Katrina ended up on the receiving end of a beer shower. Blinded, the brunette staggered around and tried to clear her head only to have Jacqueline grab her by the hair and toss her forehead first into the nearby steps.
As the 'BWONG' of skull on metal faded from the arena, Jacqueline put her hands on her hips and said, "Well that was fun, let's see what other helpful ringside objects I can find to torture you with."
Taking hold of Katrina's sweat and beer soaked locks, Jacqueline pulled her victim to her hands and knees and took her on a slow, degrading Crawl of Shame around one side of the ring to the other. When they'd reached the domain of the Time Keeper and the Ring Announcer, 'Jacqueline let go of the brunette's hair only to instantly kick her in the ribs. As Katrina grunted and rolled over onto her back, Jacqueline stood over her, waited for a moment and then dropped down, impaling Katrina's belly on her bared knee.
Smirking as Katrina hurled and tried to hold in her innards, Jacqueline slapped her victim's cheek and asked, "Still glad you messed with my pad bitch?"
Not caring to hear the answer (which is good because Katrina wasn't going to give her one) Jacqueline straightened up and sauntered over to the little table that held the Time Keeper's bell and a bunch of other technical bric-a-brac that helped the show run more smoothly. Not knowing exactly what she was looking for, Jacqueline pawed through the items until she laid hands on a short, stout length of extra microphone cord. Eyes lighting up, Jacqueline nodded once and muttered, "This'll do."
Taking the cord in both hands, Jacqueline turned her attention back to Katrina, who, by now had managed to get to her knees. Approaching as quietly as she could, Jacqueline closed the last bit of distance with a sudden lunge that allowed her to slip the cord around Katrina's throat. Pulling back as hard as she could, Jacqueline drove her right knee into Katrina's back and pushed forward, shoving the frantic brunette back down onto her belly.
Leaning back to put more pressure on the hideously augmented stranglehold, Jacqueline was beaming as she shouted, "THAT'S RIGHT KATRINA CHOKE! CHOKE AND SCREAM AND BEG, ALL AT THE SAME TIME!"
She punctuated her cruel statement by leaning back even further, drawing another hideous gurgle from her trapped prey. Down on the mat, Katrina's usually implacable calm had been replaced by a nauseated fear as Jacqueline simply choked the life out of her. Trying desperately to ignore the dark whorls and cracks that were appearing in her line of sight, the red-faced brunette managed to slip the fingers on her right hand between her windpipe and the microphone cord, relieving the pressure just a bit. But she knew this was a stop-gap solution at the very best. If she couldn't find a way to get free, Jacqueline would simply choke her out and win the match that way. And Katrina didn't want to think about what Jacqueline would try to do to her when she had surrendered her consciousness.
Fighting the urge to panic, the breathless Katrina reached around with her free hand, flailing and groping until she stumbled upon one of Jacqueline's hands. Seizing Jacqueline's wrist in a death-grip, Katrina pulled as hard as she could and was just able to bring the hand level with her face. Darting her head forward, the brunette opened her mouth and clamped her teeth down on the meat just below her tormentor's thumb. From somewhere above her, she heard Jacqueline shriek and after a final vile constriction, the cord around her throat fell away and she could breath again. Back on the more vertical end of the spectrum, Jacqueline was cursing and massaging the hand that Katrina had taken a bite out of. When the pain faded, the righteously pissed off Jacqueline turned her gaze back on the brunette. She was about to pounce on the helpless Katrina and pound her into an unrecognizable pulp when the official stepped in and started his count. "ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... FIVE... SIX... SEVEN..."
Listening to the zebra count, Jacqueline growled, "Is that all you've got Katrina?"
As if the words had been a talisman, the brunette let out a ragged cough and pushed to her knees right as the ref hit 'EIGHT.' Taking note of the boneless, rubbery way Katrina's legs looked, Jacqueline purred, "Good, I knew you were tougher than that." Eager to find out just how tough Katrina actually was, Jacqueline padded up behind her adversary and paid back a little favor from earlier by pounding both fists directly into the brunette's kidneys. As Katrina sobbed and dropped to her knees with both arms crossed around her waist, Jacqueline grabbed her by the hair and said conversationally, "You smell like booze, desperation and fear, which is good, because you'll be working in a lot of places that reek of those things after I send you into early retirement." Ignoring the brunette's muttered reply, Jacqueline pulled Katrina to her feet, scooped her up and held her at chest level across her body. Helping herself to another jiggling handful of Katrina’s butt, Jacqueline groped the flesh for several seconds, if only to show everyone in attendance that she didn't respect her opponent in the slightest. Strutting around in front of the announce table, Jacqueline called out, “I hit Katrina with this the last time we fought, but then she had a ring to break her fall. I bet the fall breaks her this time!"
She rose up on her toes and dropped forward, ramming Katrina’s exposed ribs into her bent knee. Glowing with sadistic joy, Jacqueline held her grip and pulled Katrina back up, only to drop down with a second Rib Breaker. When the second slam connected, Jacqueline’s taunting smile disappeared only to be replaced with a hateful leer. Holding the brunette prone across her chest, Jacqueline lifted up on her toes and fell backwards, tossing Katrina over her head as she did so, sending her foe sprawling nearly the entire length of the aisle with a beautiful Fall-Away Slam.
Sitting up on her haunches, Jacqueline dusted her hands off and got to her feet. Glancing over her shoulder, her gaze happened to fall on the Ring Announcer, or more specifically, his chair. Instead of one of the steel folding chairs that was so common in a wrestling arena, the Announcer had a padded chair more akin to something you'd find in a conference room or fast food restaurant. Suddenly getting a brilliant idea, Jacqueline stalked over, pulled the poor dope out of his chair and said, "You can have this back later." Holding the chair in both hands, she strode over to where the ref had reached 'SIX' on his count. Knowing and not caring that hitting the brunette would stop the count, Jacqueline lashed out with her foot and stomped on Katrina's back. Shooing the ref off with a sharp look, Jacqueline mused, "I'm really sorry submissions don't count in this match, because I think you'll be begging for mercy very soon."
Jacqueline sat the chair down across Katrina's back so that the seat was facing the brunette's head. Taking a comfortable perch on the chair, Jacqueline reached down and grabbed hold of Katrina's shoulders. Grunting with the effort, Jacqueline hoisted Katrina to her knees, or at least almost to her knees, the bottom of the chair kept her from getting all the way there. That didn't matter to Jacqueline though, she quickly forced Katrina's arms back and over her thighs, keeping the brunette suspended in her current position even when Jacqueline let go of her shoulders.
Reaching her hands under Katrina's chin, Jacqueline locked her crisscrossed her fingers and cooed, "Scream if you can Katrina."
She pulled back as hard as she could, trapping her victim in a Camel Clutch that was made all the more terrible by the rigid presence of the chair.
Down on the floor, Katrina was suffering untold torments as Jacqueline wrenched and pulled the back of her neck against the steel of the seat's edge. With her arms trapped over Jacqueline's thighs, there was no way for her to wriggle free and judging by the way Jacqueline had the Clutch cinched in, she wasn't going to be conscious much longer anyway. But just when things had started to look hopeless, Jacqueline pulled back even harder on Katrina's chin. And while this wasn't really a good thing, Katrina's thoughts pulled away from the pain for just a second when she realized the chair had rocked back on its hind legs just a bit. Seizing hold of this piece of information, Katrina gritted her teeth and waited for Jacqueline to pull back again. When she did, Katrina pushed up with all her remaining strength. The surprise surge caught Jacqueline off-guard and she went sprawling backwards as the chair tipped over.
Finally free of the debilitating hold, Katrina didn't even realize how close the top of the chair had come to smashing her ankles, but the disaster had been narrowly averted and she was pleased just to be out from under her foe. Jacqueline on the other hand was far from thrilled. Furious that the brunette had slipped her way out of another predicament, Jacqueline scrambled to her feet and stalked over to the recovering brunette. Allowing herself the small pleasure of an unprotected stomp to the small of Katrina's back, Jacqueline bent down, took hold of Katrina's shoulder straps and yanked her to her feet. Wasting no time, the enraged grappler spun her nemesis around and trapped her in a Front Facelock.
Pointing Katrina's rump towards the fans in the front row, Jacqueline sneered, "You wanna see if I can take what I dish out? Well I've already taken this from you bitch, lemme see how YOU like it."
Taking a deep breath, Jacqueline lifted Katrina off the mat, took a few steps forward and then dropped her down gut-first across the steel barricade. Releasing the Facelock, Jacqueline took Katrina's head in both hands and held her roughly parallel to the ground. Smirking at the wildly cheering (and jeering) fans, Jacqueline said, "Now you guys can look, but don't touch. That nasty, cottage cheese ass of hers belongs to ME."
Jacqueline jammed Katrina's head between her thighs and clamped down, applying a visually stunning variant on the classic Standing Headscissors. Hands on her thighs, Jacqueline squeezed down even harder, using all her considerable leg strength to pop Katrina's head like a grape. Wiggling her hips just because she could, Jacqueline opened her mouth to say something and that's when Katrina whipped her claws up and sank them into Jacqueline's tensed butt cheeks. Grimacing in pain and distaste, Jacqueline pulled the brunette's hands away and held them out at her sides.
"Getting desperate hmmmm sweetie?" Working quickly but carefully, Jacqueline scooched backward, pulling Katrina along with her until Katrina's upper thighs were resting across the barrier. Sweeping her gaze across the mystified sea that was the audience, Jacqueline smiled and called, "I bet none of you have ever seen anything like this before. And if you say otherwise, you're a fuckin' liar!"
The words had just left her mouth when 'Jacqueline dropped to her knees, planting Katrina face-first in the mat with something that most resembled a Pedigree, but wasn't quite. Nodding her approval as the fans started to go ape shit, Jacqueline got to her feet and hopped up onto the apron, preening and gloating while the ref stood over Katrina and began to count.
"ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... FIVE... SIX... SEVEN... EIGHT..."
Somehow, the brunette got her hands and knees under her and pushed to her feet right before the official reached 'TEN." From her perch above the action, Jacqueline grumbled in exasperation. She had been sure the Facebuster would have kept Katrina down for good. Slipping down from the apron, Jacqueline pounced on the woozy brunette and grabbed a double handful of hair.
Marching her adversary back around the ring, Jacqueline didn't stop until she reached the steps and tossed Katrina back-first into the steel. Glaring down into her foe's glazed features, Jacqueline snarled, "I'm gonna spatter your stubborn brains all over these steps."
Turning her back on the slumped brunette, Jacqueline jogged down to the other end of the aisle and whirled around. Settling into a tense runner's crouch, she exploded forward in a dead run that put her on a collision course with Katrina. When there was only a few feet between her and Katrina, Jacqueline brought up her right knee and surged forward, aiming the joint right at Katrina's nose. Too bad Katrina wasn't there anymore. At the last second, Katrina dipped aside, leaving Jacqueline's knee to go crashing into the industrial grade steel. There was a hollow BWAM! as Jacqueline's knee hit home, the force of her landing actually knocking the top half of the steps off kilter. Screaming aloud as an explosion of pain went off in her knee, Jacqueline crumpled onto her side and curled into the fetal position.
A few feet away, Katrina caught her breath and got to her feet. Surveying the mewling remnants of her opposition, Katrina taunted, "Bet the pad didn't help much that time did it?" When Jacqueline only groaned, Katrina looked around to find a new way to punish her nemesis. After a few seconds she saw cameraman clicking away with his camera. Sauntering over to the photog, Katrina flashed him a winning smile and asked, "Do you have insurance on that camera Scape?"
Arching an eyebrow, he replied, "Uhhh... yeah."
"Good. I'll get it back to you shortly." Grabbing the camera from the photographer's hands, Katrina turned her attention back to Jacqueline who was crawling to her feet as the ref reached 'EIGHT.' Holding the camera in one hand, Katrina stalked up behind her prey and let out a low whistle. As Jacqueline staggered around to locate the source of the noise, Katrina lashed her hand out and CRAACKED the camera off Jacqueline's forehead. Grinning hatefully as Jacqueline went down in a heap, Katrina framed a lovely close-up of her victim's dazed (and freshly bleeding) face, snapped a single shot and handed the camera back. Slapping the photographer on the shoulder, she said, "Waddaya know? Still works."
Leaving to work out any kinks she had put in the camera, Katrina returned her attention to Jacqueline just as Jacqueline was clawing her way to her feet. Seeing the placement of Jacqueline in relation to the lower half of the steps, Katrina instantly decided on her next course of action. Abandoning her typical slow stalk for a flat-out run, the vindictive brunette sprinted at her foe like a hungry lioness chasing down a crippled gazelle. Jacqueline saw Katrina coming and she raised her hands to intercept Katrina, but Jacqueline went high and Katrina went low. When she was almost upon her rival, Katrina left her feet in a short hop and DROVE both boots into the bottom steps which were subsequently smashed backwards into Jacqueline's tenderized knees. Jacqueline voiced that keening, high-pitched wail again as bone and muscle were bludgeoned against metal for the second time in as many minutes. Impressed with the cruel ingenuity of her baseball slide-like maneuver, Katrina rolled to her feet and slowly approached the flattened rival. Taking in her nemesis' anguish with a very small smile, Katrina drew in a deep breath and slowly let it out.
As the ref counted and Jacqueline fought to get her hands and knees under her, the brunette asked quietly, "Knee injuries aren't very pleasant are they Jacqueline?"
Using the steps to support her weight, Jacqueline got to her feet and stared Katrina in the eye, "Nothing I can't handle bitch."
Katrina titled her head to the side, an inquisitive gesture that was completely out of place given the goings-on. "Really?" she said.
Before Jacqueline could answer her, Katrina lashed out and kicked Jacqueline directly in her right kneecap. Jacqueline let out a gutshot sob and collapsed to one knee, which wasn't much better considering her left wasn't in the greatest of shape either. Fighting back tears, she looked up at her tormentor and hissed, "I'm going to kill you."
Katrina drove her knee forward, catching Jacqueline in the forehead. As Jacqueline's head snapped back, Katrina helped herself to a double handful of hair and slowly led her over to the barrier that had already seen so much action earlier in the fight. Remembering the embarrassing way Jacqueline had scissored her with the aid of the barricade, Katrina muttered, "Once again Jacqueline, you come up with something creative but fail to utilize it to its full effectiveness."
Intent on showing Jacqueline the error of her ways, Katrina shooed the fans directly opposite her away from their seats so she had enough room to work. After dimming Jacqueline's lights with a hard left-right combo to the point of the jaw, the brunette flipped her foe onto her belly and quickly placed her ankles in two of the narrow gaps between the bars of the barricade. Hopping over the barrier into the front row, Katrina placated the puzzled buzz of the crowd by saying, "Just watch, I promise the payoff will be worth it."
The brunette took hold of Jacqueline's feet and tugged back, managing to thread her rival's gams through the steel all the way up to just below her knees. Satisfied that Jacqueline could be yanked no further, Katrina adjusted her grip on Jacqueline's legs and stood up, roughly lifting the captured limbs until the back of Jacqueline's knees were resting against the steel crossbar at the top of the barricade. (In the process, Jacqueline's whole body had been lifted off the mat until only her chest and face were still on the ground, and even then, the position didn't look very comfortable. Almost ready to debut her new trick, Katrina hopped back over the barricade and turned around to face the audience, straddling Jacqueline's form with one foot planted on either side of Jacqueline's panicked face. Hooking Jacqueline's ankles into her armpits, Katrina clamped down tight and whispered, "Scream as hard as you can Jacqueline, maybe you'll pass out and this can end before I really get to hurt you."
As the last word left her mouth, Katrina bent her knees and PULLED backwards and down, bending Jacqueline's knees over the steel with a inhumanely sadistic application of the Boston Crab. The hold had been applied for less than a second before Jacqueline and the audience DID scream but for very different reasons. The latter because, I mean shit, when was the last time ANYONE had tied their opponent up in the steel before slapping on a Boston Crab, and the former, well, because it was her knees being wrapped around that post, and as tough as she was, Jacqueline couldn't help but acquiesce to Katrina's demand.
Screaming and clawing at the brunette's feet, Jacqueline tried to tear legs away from the tireless strength of the steel, but in her elevated state, she could get almost no pressure and she was forced to endure Katrina's machinations. Biting her tongue to silence further cries, Jacqueline bore the pain as best she could, knowing full well that a submission meant nothing in this environment. Several seconds after Jacqueline went quiet, Katrina released her grip and stepped away, but not without a final derisive kick to the helpless rival's back.
Dropping to her belly, Katrina placed her face inches from Jacqueline's and whispered, "You have a choice to make Jacqueline. Stay down and prove you're a coward. Or get up and take the rest of your punishment."
Panting, Jacqueline tilted her head up and locked eyes with the brunette. Finding her voice, she growled, "You're going to wish you hadn't tried to motivate me."
Jacqueline stabbed her hands out to get at Katrina's hair, but the brunette had anticipated the move and pulled away at the last second. Pushing to her feet, Katrina put her hands on her hips and added, "Prove it then!"
Jacqueline let out a loud, angry growl and did just that. Wrenching her legs free of the top bar, she sank her claws into the mat and scrabbled forward, reaching for Katrina's boots as she did so. For her part, Katrina stayed a step ahead of Lishy and when Jacqueline was almost free of her steel prison, the brunette bent down and helped her opponent the rest of the way with a single titanic jerk on her sweat-soaked locks. Convinced that Jacqueline's will to fight was all but gone, Katrina scraped Jacqueline off the mat and led her over to the dented but still highly usable lower half of the ring steps. Taking her place on the wide, flat surface that made up the top of the steps, Katrina forced Jacqueline to bend double and then placed Jacqueline's head between her thighs. Glancing out at the mob, Katrina drew a thumb across her throat, emphatically signaling 'That's it.'
As the audience started to roar, she bent down and wrapped her hands around Jacqueline's waist, clasping them together to better lift her victim into place for the Sit-Out Piledriver that would bounce Jacqueline's skull off the steps and end her contention in this fight. While this would’ve made a stunning and memorable visual, it required Jacqueline’s compliance and Jacqueline wasn't willing to give that yet!
Despite the terrible pain in her knees, 'Jacqueline was able to go limp when Katrina tried to lift her, effectively dead weighting herself so the brunette couldn't haul her into position. When Katrina tried a second time, Jacqueline planted her feet and lifted up as fast as she could, tossing Katrina over her head only to send her crashing onto the mats behind them with a jury-rigged Back Body Drop. Jacqueline didn't see the brunette land, but she heard the THUD and the groan and those two sounds made her smile.
Feasting on that burst of adrenaline, Jacqueline hopped up onto the top step and whirled around, hoping to be greeted by the sight of her hated adversary in a most vulnerable position. Jacqueline was in luck; Katrina had come down flat on her back and the impact had knocked all the breath out of her. While the pale brunette was already on her side and in comfortable position to break the ref's count (he was only on FOUR after all) the glassy look in her eyes told Jacqueline that Katrina wasn't aware of anyone else at the moment and that meant she could act with impunity. Licking her lips, Jacqueline cooed, "You tried to take my wings bitch, but this bombshell can still fly!"
Diligently ignoring the pain in her knees, Jacqueline waited until Katrina got her feet back to spring her trap. The moment Katrina regained verticality, Jacqueline crouched down and then leapt off the low perch. As she soared towards Katrina, Jacqueline Scissored open her legs only to snap them shut as they encircled the brunette's oblivious head. Locking her ankles, Jacqueline dropped back and spun to her left, taking Katrina up and off her feet with a beautiful Hurricanrana.
Katrina was hurled back the way Jacqueline had come, rolling to a stop with her feet only inches from the steps and conveniently enough, that's right where Jacqueline wanted her. Working gamely to walk without a limp (it wasn't easy) Jacqueline sauntered back over to her victim, sank her hands into Katrina's hair and pulled Katrina to her feet. Face to face with her victim, Jacqueline reached around the left side of Katrina's body and then wrapped her arms around the brunette's abdomen, completing the Waist Lock.
Smirking into the other grappler's dark eyes, Jacqueline purred, "You wanted to bash my head against these steps didn't you?" That's too fucking bad Katrina; because after I bend you over them, they aren't going to be good for anything else."
Flexing her knees a bit, Jacqueline lifted up and spun her victim around in a 270-degree arc. When Katrina was parallel to the steps, Jacqueline dropped to one knee and SLAMMED Katrina down across the steel, nearly snapping her in two with one of the most hideousTilt-A-Whirl Backbreakers ever recorded.
Letting loose with a triumphant scream as Katrina's pale face went several shades paler, Jacqueline fought to her feet and grabbed the ref. Shoving him towards the brunette, Jacqueline spat, "COUNT HER DOWN!"
More than happy to do as he was told, the official started his count, "ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... FIVE... SIX..."
At 'SIX' the decimated Katrina let out a rattling sob and peeled herself off the steps only to go rolling onto her hands and knees. Knowing that her current position wouldn't beat the count, Katrina clawed at the apron and pulled herself up just as the zebra hit 'NINE.'
Stalking her wounded prey at a careful distance, Jacqueline got close enough to jab her hands out and take hold of the brunette's hair. Leading Katrina away from the steps, Jacqueline laid her eyes on the bare patch of concrete she'd exposed earlier and Katrina gotten a chance to use. Perfectly content use it now, Jacqueline marched her prize over to the edge of the cement and then spun her around so that Jacqueline's back was facing the rough gray slab.
As the brunette tried to regain her bearings, Jacqueline booted her in the gut and trapped her in a tight Front Facelock. A heartbeat later, Jacqueline leapt off the mat and forced both legs straight out behind her. Floating almost directly parallel to the floor several feet below, Jacqueline twisted to her right to start the descent that would simultaneously complete her Tornado DDT by planting Katrina's head in the cement. Sadly, Jacqueline had overestimated the wooziness of Katrina and Katrina made her pay for it. In the split second before Jacqueline leaned her weight into her fall, Katrina rose up on her toes, locked her arms around Jacqueline’s waist and tugged back with all her might. Jacqueline had just enough time to realize she was falling in the wrong direction; going over Katrina’s head when she should have been landing in front of it. Then Katrina leaned back into her bridge and dropped Jacqueline down across the concrete with a Northern Lights Suplex that was far more painful than usual.
Under normal circumstances, Katrina would have maintained the bridge in hopes of getting a three count, but pins were meaningless in this environment and the brunette didn't have the energy to stay bridged for very long anyway. Letting go of the quivering rival, Katrina rolled to her hands and knees and crawled away before getting to her feet. Wincing at the dull red firestorm that continued to burn in her lower back, the brunette wheeled around just in time to see Jacqueline getting her feet under her.
Feeling more than a little rejuvenated by the sight of her battered nemesis, Katrina smiled nastily and called out, "You really should think twice about exposing that concrete the next time 'Jacqueline! People might start to think you LIKE getting dropped on it!"
Angelic features twisting into a murderous snarl, Jacqueline dropped into a crouch and spat, "I'm gonna make you EAT that cement!"
Katrina just held out both hands and beckoned her in with, "I'd like to see you try it candyass."
Howling her fury, Jacqueline sprinted forward even though her movements had lost much of their previous grace. Surprisingly, Katrina rushed forward to meet her adversary but just when it looked like they'd meet in a sweaty clinch in the center of the aisle, Katrina went low again and drilled her left forearm across Jacqueline's knees in a simple but highly effective Chop Block. Jacqueline's legs were swept out from under her once more and she went down in quiet misery as her formerly strong legs seemed to be losing their ability to hold her weight at an alarming speed. Not too far away, Katrina pushed to her feet and surveyed the situation. Jacqueline was currently down and cradling her battered knees, but Katrina knew that didn't mean much. Though she would Katrina admit it publicly, she was convinced that as long as Jacqueline could move or make a sound, she would be a threat. It was Katrina's goal to beat all that resistance out of her rival.
Searching for the proper tool for the job, Katrina's gaze fell across the microphone cord that Jacqueline had nearly strangled her with earlier in the fight. Deciding to pay Jacqueline back the best way she knew how, Katrina shuffled over to the cord, picked it off the mat and wrapped it around her right hand, leaving a good eight inches hanging free.
Standing near Jacqueline's legs, the brunette raised the makeshift whip up to her shoulder and snarled, "I always wanted to LITERALLY whip someone's ass. How lucky for me that it gets to be a bitch like you." Jacqueline groaned and tried to crawl away, but Katrina stepped forward and brought the cord whicking down across Jacqueline's rump. SNAAAAPP! Jacqueline sobbed as the lash hit home! Sighing, Katrina murmured, "That was fun, but I can't help but think targeting your ass is a pointless endeavor."
When Jacqueline started to curse, Katrina raised the cord and brought it down a second time, only now she laid it across the back of Jacqueline's tortured knees. Jacqueline held back a scream so Katrina hit her again. And so it went for nearly thirty seconds, Jacqueline crawling away as Katrina gamely walked her down and systematically lashed the ever loving bejeezus out of Jacqueline's knees. Finally, after an especially hard shot dropped Jacqueline onto her belly, Katrina tossed the cord aside and made her way to Jacqueline's head. Noting that they'd made their way to a spot almost directly in front of the Commentator's table, Katrina pulled Jacqueline to her knees and wedged Jacqueline's head between her thighs.
Glaring down at Jacqueline's sweat-shiny back, Katrina growled, "No escape this time SlutAARRRGGHH!"
Unfortunately, Jacqueline had engineered a simple but effective escape by tugging her head free of Katrina's scissors and then throwing a murderously hard Uppercut into the front of Katrina's trunks. Katrina's sturdy legs turned to water and she sank to her knees, where she found herself staring into Jacqueline’s furious eyes.
Her hatred for Katrina the only thing driving her on at this point, Jacqueline SLAP cracked the brunette across the face and growled, "I'm going to end this right now!" Grunting, Jacqueline got to her feet and tugged Katrina to hers. Glancing over at the Commentators, she rasped, "Get the hell outta the way!they scattered, Jacqueline grabbed hold of Katrina's tights and muscled her onto the table in a boneless sprawl. Pausing for a moment to make sure her knees wouldn't give out on her, Jacqueline climbed onto the table alongside the brunette and pulled her to her knees. Wedging Katrina's head between her thighs, Jacqueline grinned out at the audience and shrieked, "I TOLD YOU I DIDN'T NEED ANY HELP! YOU'RE ABOUT TO SEE THE REIGN OF KATRINA COME TO AN END!"
She stepped forward and wrapped Katrina up in the Piledriver position but instead of hitting that classic maneuver, she lifted her right leg and stepped forward placing it in front of Katrina's dangling right arm. She then repeated the maneuver, trapping Katrina’s left arm behind her left leg. With Katrina tied up and helpless, Jacqueline took one more second to say, “Looks like your little sacrifice was all for nothing."
Jacqueline jumped and fell face first toward the table taking Katrina along for the ride. Her exposed chest and ribs were driven viciously into the wood surface and there was an ungodly splintering CRASH as the legs gave way and both women landed in what had moments before been a sound wooden table. There was an audible gasp from the audience followed by a deafeningly loud 'HOLY SHIT' chant. No one had EVER seen Jacqueline hit the White Out through a table before and even though most of them didn't like her, they had to admit it was a match ending move. As Jacqueline pushed off the insensate brunette, she staggered into the apron and simply watched as the ref started to count Katrina down.
"ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... FIVE... SIX... SEVEN..."
Somehow, some way, Katrina pushed up to her hands and knees. A second later ('NINE!') the brunette let out a tortured groan and rose to her feet.
Digging her hands into her own hair, Jacqueline tugged as hard as she could and screamed, "WHY WON'T YOU STAY DOWN?!"
When Katrina didn't answer her, Jacqueline stormed forward, secured a handful of hair and tights, then tossed Katrina under the bottom rope, bringing the fight back to the squared circle for the first time since the beginning of the match. Sliding in after her foe, Jacqueline scrambled to her feet and limped after the decimated opponent. Blowing through the brunette's meager defenses, Jacqueline peeled Katrina off the mat and immediately applied another Standing Headscissors. Eschewing her usual theatrics, Jacqueline lifted Katrina into the Piledriver position a second time and hooked her for another White-Out by placing her wounded legs in front of the inverted beauty's arms. Her face a portrait of rage and frustration, Jacqueline didn't so much leap forward as fall forward, but the effect was still the same. Katrina's brutalized ribs and chest got another taste of the ground, only this time it was canvas and not wood.
Pushing up onto her knees after the move connected, Jacqueline got to her feet, stood over Katrina and roared, "LET'S SEE YOU GET UP FROM THAT!" There was an old adage that cautioned to be careful what you wish for, and as it turned out, Jacqueline was about to get some firsthand experience in that area. No sooner had the words left her mouth did Katrina roll over onto her back and sit up. True, Katrina was hugging her ribs and trying to hold back a sob, but she WAS sitting up and to Jacqueline's way of thinking, that shouldn't have been possible. Nearly out of her mind with frustration and hatred, Jacqueline growled, "Fuck this" spun around on her heel and made a beeline for the edge of the ring.
Slipping through the ropes, she moved gingerly from the apron to the floor, trying not to put any more pressure on her knees than she had to. Looking over the shattered remains of the Announce Table and the various weapons she'd used during the course of the evening, she finally found what she was looking for in a simple steel folding chair. Taking the weapon in both hands, Jacqueline returned her attention to the ring where Katrina had managed to crawl over to the ropes and get her feet under as the official counted 'SEVEN!' Keeping her gaze locked on the crippled brunette's exposed back, Jacqueline slid under the bottom rope, chair in tow, and got to her feet. Bringing the weapon up level with her shoulder, Jacqueline smiled as the shadow of the steel fell across the back of Katrina's head. Panting hard, Jacqueline rasped, "Turn around Katrina. I want you to see this coming."
Katrina jerked around and Jacqueline swung for the fences, a beautiful cleaving guillotine stroke of a chair shot that would have wrapped the steel around Katrina's head like an ignominious crown had she been there to wear it. The key word there was IF. Because Katrina wasn't there. As the chair descended on her skull, the brunette dropped to her knees and Jacqueline's match winning KO hit the top rope and bounced right back into Jacqueline's face with a sickening BWAM! Jacqueline's already damaged legs did another heart-rending shimmy as her hands opened up and the chair fell away with a muttered clang. It was a testament to her will and fighting spirit that Jacqueline didn't pitch forward on her face right then and there, but even though she was still standing, everyone in the first dozen rows could tell Jacqueline was out on her feet.
At this point all she had left was her verticality and that was stolen a moment later when Katrina straightened up, executed a pretty little hop and slammed both boots into Jacqueline's kneecaps, slicing Jacqueline's legs out from under her with another Low Dropkick.
Jacqueline hit the mat chin and chest-first and could only moan as Katrina got to her feet and took possession of the chair. Savoring the feel of the metal weapon in her hands, Katrina limped around to Jacqueline's legs and raised it high. Planting a foot in the small of Jacqueline's back to pin her victim in place, Katrina said to no one in particular, "I bet you've seen anyone sweep up with a steel chair."
The exhausted brunette brought the chair CRAACKdown on the back of Jacqueline's legs, just below her knees. Smiling savagely as Jacqueline shrieked and rolled over onto her back, Katrina tossed the chair aside and grabbed hold of Jacqueline's ankles. Glancing over her shoulder, Katrina located the closest corner and started trudging towards it. When she felt the buckles brushing against her back, Katrina dropped to her belly and slid out under the bottom rope, while still maintaining her grip on Jacqueline's feet. Shifting her hold slightly, Katrina threaded Jacqueline's legs around the ring post, one on either side. Smiling as the crowd started to roar, Katrina clamped down on Jacqueline's boots and JERKED back as hard as she could. Inside the ring, Jacqueline was dragged forward until her center hit the immovable metal with a muted THUD that was lost in the decimated rival's howl of anguish.
Shaking her head 'no' the brunette muttered, "I'm not done yet." Climbing up onto the narrow perch of the ring apron, Katrina lifted Jacqueline's split limbs up in a rude V and paused just long enough to look out at the crowd and shout, "I'm going to be busy here for a little while, but when I'm done, I wanna see this canvas COVERED with chairs! It's not like you're using them anyway. The lights in the club suddenly seemed to flicker as fans in the first three rows stood up and HURLED their chairs into the center of the ring where they landed with a thunder of CLASHES, CLATTERS and CLANGS.
The ref, out of his mind with worry, stayed close to the corner and ducked low, trying to make sure that none of the flying implements would land on Jacqueline or him for that matter. When the hail finally stopped, there must have been almost fifty chairs carpeting the canvas and the crowd couldn't stop cheering. It might not have been the most lawful thing in the history of the sport, but it had to be one of the coolest. Through it all, Katrina did what she did best, namely, finish off her opposition. As the chairs whizzed by overhead, Katrina stretched Jacqueline’s legs a bit wider, placed her left leg between them, and then executed a 180-degree turn to her right over the helpless opponent's right leg. Completing the revolution, Katrina grabbed Jacqueline’s free leg and fell backwards, in a short but dizzying freefall that ended with her hanging upside down with her head just inches above the floor. Fighting off the nausea brought on by the fall, Katrina laced her free leg over Jacqueline’s bent ankle and pressed down, applying the Figure Four Leg-Lock around the ring post.
In the ring, Jacqueline sat bolt-upright and shrieked into the rafters. The Figure Four in her state would have been bad enough but the addition of the steel post made the short stint of time seem like Hell on Earth for Jacqueline. Clawing and tearing at her knee, Jacqueline finally had enough and slumped backwards, slapping the mat wildly and sobbing, "I GIVE, I GIVE, I GIVE! MAKE HER LET GO! PLEASE! PLEASE MAKE HER LET GO, SHE'S GOING TO BREAK MY LEGGGG!"
Jacqueline's begging devolved into a final tortured howl and then Jacqueline fell silent and went limp as her consciousness finally fled. Sympathetic but unable to call an end to the battle, the ref only slapped at Katrina's boot and called, "You gotta let her go Katrina! She's thrown in the towel!"
Outside and upside down, Katrina was fully aware of Jacqueline's concession, but she honestly didn't care. It was only when the exertion of maintaining the Leglock started to wear on her that she broke her grip and dropped the last few inches to the floor. Rolling off her shoulders, Katrina got to her feet and turned to the fans once more. "Thanks for the chairs, I'll make sure they're put to good use." Coasting on a wave of applause, Katrina rolled under the bottom rope and got to her feet. Approaching Jacqueline's helpless form, Katrina shoved the official aside and dropped to one knee. Eyeing the oblivious Jacqueline with a glare that was much cooler than one might have expected, Katrina sank her hands into Jacqueline's damp curls, and proceeded to draaaaag her away from the corner. As her feet started hitting the chairs, Katrina shifted her grip a little and pulled Jacqueline to her knees.
Leading/dragging/walking Jacqueline to the center of the ring, Katrina forced the beaten girl to kneel before shoving her head between her thighs to apply the Standing Headscissors. Wrapping her arms around Jacqueline's waist, Katrina inverted Jacqueline and held her in that position for several seconds, just to show the crowd that this would end only when Katrina WANTED it to end. After about ten seconds, the brunette felt like she'd made her point, so she bent her knees, jumped up and sat out hard, finally connecting with the Sit-Out Piledriver, and onto a pile of steel chairs to boot. Jacqueline spasmed once, then sprawled out face down between Katrina's thighs. The fight was totally, emphatically over, but the ref still had to make his count. He had just counted off, 'ONE.' when Katrina got to her feet and grabbed his wrist. Staring the zebra down, she indicated the crowd and said, "I want them to do it."
Nodding, the official stepped back as Katrina slipped a boot under Jacqueline's ribs and lolled her over onto her back. The triumphant brunette placed her right boot directly across Jacqueline's face and raised her arms high over her head. Fixing the redlining mob with a hard stare, Katrina roared, "COUNT!"
The assembled fans didn't need to be told twice and they started in with a deafening, "ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... FIVE... SIX... SEVEN... EIGHT... NINE... TEN!"
The bell finally rang, bringing the match to a merciful close.
